THE WOMAN WITH JEWELS

The woman with jewels sits in the cafe,

Spraying light like a fountain.

Diamonds glitter on her bulbous fingers

And on her arms, great as thighs,

Diamonds gush from her ear-lobes over the goitrous throat.

She is obesely beautiful.

Her eyes are full of bleared lights,

Like little pools of tar, spilled by a sailor in mad haste for shore...

And her mouth is scarlet and full — only a little crumpled — like a flower that has been pressed apart...